Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Fear,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.